Friday, February 21, 2014

Turned and sold

Today's writing is a request. I love requests. This one was... wild.

I admit, some of the ideas are not entirely mine. There are some elements here from stories I've read in the past, some concepts that others have come up with. If I could remember where I saw them first, I'd credit them. But I can't; all I remember is that there are certain elements of the fantasy that stuck with me. In particular, the corset, the heels, and the teeth. You'll understand.

And, hopefully, you'll enjoy.

My name is Whore

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Important questions

I don't know where this story comes from. I just kind of thought of it this morning while I was getting up. The look on her face as she spoke, the smirk in her eyes, the tease in her tone... they were all there, ready to go, waiting for me to sit down and start writing.

I still need more requests. But in the meantime, please enjoy....

Important Questions

Friday, February 14, 2014

A moment in time

Today's story is simple. Gentle. Relaxing. Is it romantic? Does it live up the holiday?

A moment in time

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Tell me what you want

I was on the verge of quitting yesterday. Right there on the edge, thinking I had done all I could do, that I'd lost my edge, that there was no more point to it. Hopefully, that was just depression and me beating myself up a little bit.

I'm not quitting.

And I have two reasons. First off, there were some very kind things said to me, mostly privately, from people who like what I do, people who urged/begged me not to call it quits. Secondly, and as importantly, I also got a request. A real, legitimate request.

So today's story is an answer to that request. Hopefully, it's a step back onto the right track, a refocusing of the purpose of this whole blog. And hopefully, it's sexy as hell.

Tell me what you want

An apology

So yesterday's post was apparently offensive. Or unclear. Or something. Whatever the case, the person I wrote it for took it wrong. I consider that to be my failing. So, if that person is somehow still reading things, I hope that my apology will be accepted. I did not intend to offend. I did not intend to imply anything. I was just trying to write a story.

I know that you took the story as if I was trying to impose something on you. This came as a bit of a shock to me; I read the story as if the person speaking was the dominant woman, and the person spoken to was a male submissive. The only reason I didn't explicitly label it that way was in the hopes of making the story a bit more universal.

Whatever the case, I offended. And I didn't mean to. So my deepest apologies. Rest assured that your name was not added to the list I have written for, and that I will not consider that tale written for you.

For those who enjoy yesterday's story, I hope you enjoy it for what it is: a story of consensual hypnosis.

Monday, February 10, 2014

At your core

I feel bad not writing.

I don't just mean here. I mean any time I don't write, I feel bad. But I do feel uninspired lately. Hopefully, it won't last. Hopefully, it will pass. And hopefully, it will get warmer here. It's so cold here at EbR HQ that we can't even do any fire play; the flames keep freezing.

But that's neither here nor there. Today's writing is a nice, gentle little hypnotism. I have no idea if it would work or not.
Then again, I DO love licking boots...

At your core

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Twisted promise

So I was looking through a friend's profile, trying to come up with inspiration. And I don't know why, but this one thing jumped out at me. This idea that wasn't quite in the list I was going through, but just made me wonder.

It was a question. A dare that seemed to come out of nowhere. If someone were held in chastity, and then told that they were going to get a blow job "unless you beg me not to," how in the hell could someone possibly prefer to stay in chastity? What would make them beg?

Which led me to the story.

Twisted Promise

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Hopefully, just a bad day

I haven't been writing much. I think it's a slump that has to do with Groundhog Day.

Winter is going on too long. Winter has more than settled in. It has staked claim, planted crops, adopted children, incorporated, and has gotten tax laws changed. It's so cold here that the groundhog's shadow froze, fell over, and killed the groundhog, but no one noticed because the light that was supposed to reach their eyes froze before it got there.


I'm not writing much of anything. And I haven't been writing for the blog. Check out past the cut, and I'll tell you why.

Monday, February 3, 2014

Filling in gaps

Didn't really know what to write today, but I wanted to write something. So I looked through the blog and checked out what we need more of. And I think I came up with something that works.

Let me know what you think. I love to hear from you. Comments make Boot smile.

Steam, Slavery, and the soft Hum